From the recordings Broadview and Communo Portfolio
Lyrics
i.
we have finally got your number
we've got your hands tied behind your back
we've got skewered like a stuck pig
rotisserie roasting on a hellfire rivet rack
i'm sure it hurts more than what you're used to
a million laps of olympic track
and when we're through, you will feel like new
as your will begins to crack
--
ii.
it's all a lie and lies are in
we fill its head with thoughts so thin
our little pop-cultured frankenstein
strutting off the assembly line
its tailored purpose and sense of self
to taint the gene pool and suck the wealth
for all its worth, who gives a shit?
we do the style
and this is how we do it
--
we'll speak our piece
a signal through the atmosphere
and into space
a voice so loud a god can hear
this lonely place
it echoes off the stratosphere
and through our race
of vagrant mutant
hipster queers
--
strike a pose